Showing posts with label talking tuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talking tuesday. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Talking Tuesday: Marcus Aurelius' Meditations



Book 4:49~

"Be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continuously pounds; it stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet. I hear you say, "How unlucky that this should happen to me!" Not at all! Say instead, "How lucky I am that I am not broken by what has happened and am not afraid of what is about to happen. The same blow might have struck any one, but not many would have absorbed it without capitulation and complaint."


NB: I have a different translation from 1962 at home, but I prefer the Hicks' rendering of this passage; it is more poetic than the one I have.

Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Talking Tuesday: Nigredo/Dark Night of the Soul

I've written a few times in this space about Rhyd Wildermuth's work; he has a unique voice and perspective that I find interesting and refreshing.  I don't agree with everything he writes, but he always gives me something to think about.

Rhyd's substack today was on what he calls nigredo, the part of the alchemy process where the elements are burned down to their most basic essence before being transformed into something else.  He writes:

"Nigredo isn’t a singular moment, however, but rather a repeating process. In alchemy, substances required multiple transformations, a repeating cycle from nigredo to rubedo and then back again. What we think we know and who we think we are likewise must be blackened repeatedly, “destroyed” (though never annihilated) and then reforged like the repeating seasons of the earth. We die, are born, and then die again so to be reborn, all the while still “living” and striving towards a time when the drives that defeat us and the drives that create us become lovers to each other." ~Rhyd Wildermuth, On Nigredo, FFrom the Forests of Arduinna Substack, 12/12/23

I love the imagery in that statement.  It's a different way of talking about theosis, even though Rhyd isn't talking about Christianity (indeed, he is a self-professed pagan).   I'm always interested in taking apart "churchy" words and phrases to get under what they really mean because sometimes words can be culturally drained of meaning by repetition.  Graham Pardun's Psalm translation project is very much after my heart in this way.

Later in the piece, he goes on to note that St. John of the Ladder describes this process at the Dark Night of the Soul.  As a fiction writer, this also resonated with me, since it is a key plot point in any good story.  The protagonist goes through a period where it seems all is lost, that everything they thought they knew is gone and they have to figure out how to go on from that.  


In stories, the Dark Night usually happens only once, but in life, Dark Nights are a feature, not a bug.  Something you thought you knew about yourself, or the world, or whatever, is blown to pieces and then you flounder like a fish on the bank of a stream, flopping about and gasping for air until you can work your way back into the water again to swim.  

Every year about this time, I start feeling a bit low.  I used to think it was because Christmas in my family is so special and I wasn't able to re-create it the same way with my own family.  I honestly felt like Christmas just got beat out of me at some point and it took me a while to find it again.  (Don't worry, I have plenty of lovely traditions with my kids and we have our own rhythm to things that is good, but it took a long time to get there).  

Lately, though I think it is really just part of the season.  I'm not much of one for podcasts because I'm a truly terrible aural learner; my brain wanders for a sec and I've lost the plot, but I've been listening to Spencer Klavan quite a bit this fall when I'm doing stuff around the house or running errands.  He's a very interesting and joyful guy who is so grounded and well-read.  I just finished his book and have very much enjoyed his Substack.  The podcast about C.S. Lewis and what he calls the Seven Loves was an amazing deep linguistic dive and The Ghosts of the Old Gods was also excellent.

Over the weekend, I listened to the podcast Spencer did with his sister about her new book, Christmas Karol, which is a creative retelling of Dickens' story.  Klavan's sister Faith is the keeper of Christmas in their family and loves the season.  She made the great observation that nostalgia and longing are baked in the cake of the holiday because it is the start of the march to the cross.  Even though it isn't explicitly in the holiday, it is in the underpainting, and I think most of us feel it on some level, even if we can't articulate what it is.  One of the gifts of the wise men is myrrh which is used to prepare a body for burial.  So it is there right at the start, pointing the way to where the journey to Bethlehem was going to end.  Of course, it ends in triumph with the resurrection on Pascha/Easter, but there is a long and lonely Dark Night of the Soul before we get there.  

I've thought a lot about longing lately.  It is the thing that propels us through life, really.  The cycle of nigredo and rubedo are the parts of our existence that make life worth living.  It is the striving, the yearning, the curiosity about the world and the people in it, the movement to the reforging of the self that gives meaning and makes us grow.  

So I think it is okay to sit in the darkness for a time, to see what it shows you.  Just don't make it a permanent dwelling place or, like Gollum, you'll forget how to live in the light.

Friday, September 22, 2023

Meditations on Life

My older three kids just returned from their Upper School retreat but they are tired, so the house is strangely quiet.  Ponchik had me and my husband all to herself for 2.5 days and that was a unique experience for everyone!  I thought she would talk our ears off (because she isn't called Talky Pants for nothing) but actually, she was pretty quiet.  And slow.  So, so, so slow.  She's pokey at the best of times, but without her siblings as a prod, everything took twice as long.

I'm hesitant to even write this, because it can be bad for me as a writer, but I'm circling something right now, creatively speaking.  I don't even know if it will become a story, or it is just some creative process I'm being asked to go through for some other reason.  But the process is harder than I thought it would be.  There are a lot of pieces that have shaken loose inside me and they are jumbling around and it is uncomfortable.  And I wasn't looking for it!  It just kind of fell into my lap unexpectedly this summer.  I was thinking maybe I only had two books in me.  And maybe I do, since I don't yet know what "this" is.  But synchronicity is something I don't like to ignore, so I'm sitting with it all and trying to make sense of what I'm circling around and why.  Which is a long roundabout way of saying nothing at all.

While this has nothing to do with the work above, I recently ran across this beautiful interview between Stephen Colbert and Anderson Cooper about grief, faith, and life.  It's not very long and I highly recommend it!



Thursday, July 14, 2022

Talking Tuesday (on a Thursday): Wild and Wonderful

This week, I heard Psalm 53 chanted in Aramaic.  (It the language spoken by the Jews at the time of Jesus; it is nearly extinct, but there are a few places in Georgia that still speak it).  I can't even describe the sound or the wild place it conjured for me.  There are some definite affinities with Georgian music, which has similiar tonalities, but this is beautiful even beyond that.  Listen to the end; it is worth the time!




Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Talking Tuesday: Theotokos Covers the World

I don't have anything profound to say today, but I do want to share an icon by Ivanka Demchuk.  She is an Eastern Rite Catholic artist in Ukraine, and her work is startlingly beautiful and profound.  Her etsy shop has many different and wonderful prints of her work, and while the post office in her part of the country is closed, she has said she will ship out as soon as possible.


I find her iconography incredibly moving.  I can't stop thinking about the image above in particular, as it seems to me that the Theotokos is absorbing all the chaos of the world below.  In traditional iconography, the first layer of the icon is done in what is called "roskrysh" or chaos.  The egg tempera pigment is left deliberately rustic and mottled, so that when it is applied, there is a grainy character to it, similar to the pigmentation in the circle around the Theotokos.  As the various layers of light are applied on top of that, the roskrysh is absorbed into the higher lights, but still shows through a bit, symbolizing the chaos that underlies all creation.  

Ms. Demchuk's Transfiguration and Appearance of Christ are similarly profound.

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Talking Tuesday: Master and His Emissary

 

In his latest substack newsletter, Rod Dreher writes about Iain McGilcrist's work on the brain, and McGilcrist's observation that Western culture has prioritized left brain dominance over balance with the right to great detriment.  (McGilcrist's work is dense, but this short video is a great overview).  Basically, says Gilcrist, the right side of the brain is the master, because it sees big picture, makes lots of different sorts of connections, and is creative but can be prone to madness.  

The left brain must be the emissary of the right so that both sides work together for an experience of reality which deals with the tangible and rational, but also lives in spiritual reality, the amorphous realm of mystery that we can only glimpse in slivers from time to time, because a view of the whole would be too much for us.  Our mystics and seers are ones who get to see more of that realm and live in it more fully than we.  They give us a window on it.  

Left brain dominance cannot see the forest for the trees; it is a kind of tunnel vision that not only thinks itself the master, but no longer perceives the presence of the right brain and is insistent that such a thing cannot exist.  To put it another way, it's like a tree in the middle of the forest sees only itself, and is blind to the fact that it is part of a forest, a larger ecosystem of reality. 

Writes Dreher:

"Reading McGilchrist [IM], it seems to me that the experience of consciousness is like what quantum physics tells us about reality: that it is both wave and particle. We live within a wave field that only becomes particle-ized through observation. When the left brain wishes to fix on something to understand it, it isolates the thing, but what it sees is only a partial picture of reality, because it denies the wave context (and has to, in order to see the particle). Yet a purely right-brain perception of reality cannot perceive the reality of the particle in isolation, so it too provides only a partial picture of reality. The truth is, living in time, we can never fully apprehend reality. But we can know it through participating in it.

IM quotes Herbert McCabe: “When we speak of God, we do not clear up a puzzle; we draw attention to a mystery.”"  ~Rod Dreher, "Detaching the Limpet," Daily Dreher Substack newsletter, September 18, 2021.

I've been thinking about these sorts of things all year.  What does it mean to live in the balance of the left and right brains?  How do we participate in the mystery of reality that is not tangible?  How do we orient our telos such that it reflects these things, and what does that mean for day to day living?  

I have no pat answers, but I suppose the questions are perhaps an orientation toward understanding.  It's maddening sometimes, like I have a shine of something important in the corner of my eye that I can't quite make out, but when I try to look directly at it, it disappears.  But maybe that is the point--one cannot approach these things head on, but can only sidle up to them from an angle, hoping for a sliver of insight.

Tuesday, June 22, 2021

The Soul Cages

Japanese Kintsugi (gold repair)

Kate Davies had a post this spring that discussed why mending is important, not only for creative practice, but for the health of ourselves, our world, our souls.  The post is taken from her 2019 book Wheesht, and I keep thinking about mending as a larger concept.  

(Around the same time, I had a discussion with a friend about where to start with a novel, and I said to start with a big question or theme you want to work through.  I've been a bit stuck about where to go with my next book, but after that question, and reading Kate's post: Physician heal thyself.  I've been thinking about some big questions since then). 

I think it is interesting to consider what resonates culturally, as it speaks to what our deep anxieties and unmet needs are.  From a quick perusal of some popular fantasy fiction (and by popular, I mean fanatic reader followings, with millions of books sold), I notice a few things.  First is the desire for intimacy, but not just with a romantic partner (although that is present), but the desire for intimacy in a family setting.  To be truly known by your family, and if not by your family of origin, then the family you construct in its absence or dysfunction.  

Related to the first, the second is the desire for unconditional acceptance by one's romantic partner and family.  In this unconditional acceptance is the idea that you stick through the hard times, through thick and thin.  I do find there is an element of fantasy there, as the thick and thin times in these novels tend to come from external pressures rather than from self-generated interpersonal conflict, but that's something to tease apart another time.  

Finally, there is a deep desire for an enchanted world, and a fight to be had against the forces of evil. That is to say, a world that exists on more planes than we can perceive or rationally prove, and that has a spiritual dimension to it that is real and life-giving.  In fantasy novels, the enchantment often comes from within the characters themselves in the form of magical abilities, but there is also a kind of magic in the air of these stories that exists as atmosphere.  

I'm also increasingly bothered by stories where the resolution of the conflict is found by the protagonist "following their bliss," even if it means blowing apart a marriage or family, or leaving a rooted community.  I fail to see how that can ultimately feed the soul and make for lasting flourishing.  A plant without good roots will wither and die, even if it looks good initially.  Plants thrive around other plants.  Similarly, a plant that is in the process of rooting itself in the soil will sometimes look a little peaky and sad, but if you give it some time and care, it will often flourish dramatically.  

The meaning in the metaphor is that living rooted in community is messy and difficult.  Relationships are never clean and smooth, and there are always people in life that you'd rather not have to deal with.  But I also think those people are there to rub against my thorny bits, to smooth over my ragged edges.  Does it feel good?  Absolutely not.  Is it good for my soul?  Absolutely yes.


The ultimate goal is God Himself.  To be so consumed by that relationship that it is validated and real--a consummation.  To ascend the mountain and find ourselves at the foot of the Cross, on top of Golgotha, the place of Adam's skull.  Christ voluntarily eats the apple of death in order to pour life into Adam's skull and so reveals the purpose of death: to transform that death back into the glory of Eden in self-sacrifice.  He asks us to die on purpose, to die to ourselves, to our will, to provide the seeds for the flourishing of the world.

This cracking open of ourselves in service of mending and flourishing is bound to hurt, bound be discouraging at times, even oppressive.  But the Comforter has come and if we can keep the summit in sight, instead of trying to eat the apple again and again, perhaps we can make a little more progress on our journey.

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Talking Tuesday: Kristin Lavransdatter

 

As a kind of Lenten penance project,  I decided I was going to make my way through Kristin Lavransdatter.  There are many of my acquaintance who love this triology for its spiritual depth and beauty; I thought surely I would love it too.  I tried reading it several years ago, but gave up in the first chapter.  It was so slow, so overfull of description of 14th century Norway.  

This Lent, after reading another glowing recommendation in a Substack newsletter, I thought, I must read this book, even if it is a slog.  The first couple of chapters were again exceedingly slow.  Kristin is a seven-year-old child at the beginning, and it was difficult to get into her as a character.  But Sigrid Undset didn't win the Nobel Prize for Literature for nothing.  She carefully weaves in the story of Kristin's parents, Lavrans and Ragnfrid, while we wait for Kristin to mature.  I admit, I was more captivated by their story (and continue to be, if I'm honest).

I'm nearly to the end of Book 2: The Wife, and after 650 densely packed pages, we hit gold.  There are some glimmers at the end of Book 1: The Wreath, as well as threaded through The Wife, mostly from the story of Lavrans and his wife.  Lavrans is an extremely pious and ascetic man, a good man, who provides well for his family and household, is an upstanding member of the community.  He keeps all the fasts of the church year (both in food and marital relations) and drinks only with joy, never sorrow.  Lavrans is oblivious to to his wife's emotional and sensual needs until they have been married 20 years and he learns more about her.  


Lavrans pulls his wife aside at the end of Book 1 to talk to her during the celebration of Kristin's wedding.  Things Are Revealed that shake Lavrans to his core, although he does not show this to his wife, who thinks her revelations mean nothing to him, that she is nothing to him.  She continues to shrivel inside, although she does not show this to anyone.  It is only when Lavrans is an old man, approaching the end, that he and Ragnfrid reach real understanding, emotional connection, and rapprochement.  It is a beautiful thing to read, but also bittersweet, since it came so late in their lives together.  

Kristin, on the other hand, is a train wreck of epic proportions.  It is hard to read all the poor decisions she makes in her life that put her where she is by the end of Book 2, but at the same time, the spiritual revelation she has then is a glorious and beautiful thing.  But again, it comes so late.  


The recurring theme (to my mind at least) is how much we can hurt those closest to us by being willfully blind to our own faults and failings.  It is entirely possible to erect a Potemkin village of a life that shatters in the least wind.  We have a responsibility to the world more generally, but close to home more specifically, to soften our hearts and see our own faults and work to overcome them (and in a Christian context, we do this with God's help and the sacraments He gave us, including confession and repentance).  

O Lord and Master of my life, take from me the spirit of sloth, despondency, lust for power and idle talk.
But grant unto me, Thy servant, a spirit of purity, humility, patience and love.
Yea, O Lord and King, grant me to see my own faults and not to condemn my brother. 
For blessed art Thou unto the ages of ages. Amen.
~The Prayer of St. Ephrem the Syrian, prayed daily during Orthodox Lent.

I suppose another theme is that it is never too late to try to put things right and start again.  Lavrans goes to his grave having made peace with the world and his wife.  Kristin has seven sons and is married a long time before she really understands how she has wronged her husband, but her revelation brings her to her knees.  I'm curious to see where this new understanding will take her in Book 3: The Cross, as she becomes an old woman.

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Talking Tuesday: Unorthodox

I had an endoscopy yesterday (routine, nothing new) and so spent the whole of yesterday afternoon parked on my bed with a DVD player and Netflix as my companions (and my knitting, natch).  I watched an older version of Persuasion with Sally Hawkins in the Anne Elliot role, and then turned to the Netflix limited series Unorthodox, based on the memoir of a woman who left a Satmar Hasidic community.  

 

I'm still thinking about the show today, and am now interested to read the book as well.  (A friend read it recently and enjoyed it).


The series follows a married 19-year-old Esther Shapiro (Esty for short) as she flees the confines of the extremely tight-knit and closed Satmar community in Williamsburg, NY for a new life in Berlin.  


The Satmars are unique in that they speak Yiddish as their first language, and emigrated from Hungary around the time of the second World War, fleeing the Nazi persecution.  Many of them lost family members to the Shoah.  The memory of that loss is very present in the community, and they see repopulating the Jewish people as one of their duties to God, hence the big families and intense focus on child-bearing and rearing.  They also view their separateness as their duty to God, since, in their view, assimilation to European society was what led to the Holocaust, which they see as God's punishment for abandoning their traditional ways of life.  The show is subtitled, as much of the dialogue is in Yiddish.


Shira Haas is unbelievably good as Esty.  She's tiny but has a powerful screen presence that keeps you riveted to your seat.  I love how the series wove together the story of her life before and after her marriage to Yacov, her young husband, with the new life she begins to build in Berlin.

The clever storytelling contrasts the two sides while managing to portray the Satmar community in a nuanced and largely sympathetic light.  (So often, these sorts of stories are grossly unbalanced).  I thought one of the great features of Esty's character is that she isn't a square peg in a round hole; she wants to live the life of an ultra-Orthodox wife and mother, but she has some dreams and marital troubles that get in the way of fully settling into it.  The costumes and sets are wonderful--so much detail and care went into it.  (There is a short "making of" show that follows the series that is an interesting look behind the scenes). 


I remember reading a memoir (or perhaps a novel) many years ago about a similar story, of a woman married in her late teens in an ultra-Orthodox community, who later left it for a secular milieu.  It was fascinating to me on a number of levels.  A late '90s arthouse film with Renee Zellweger called A Price Above Rubies explored similar themes to Unorthodox, and while I liked the Zellweger film very much, I liked Unorthodox even better.  

Shira Haas also appears in Shtisel, another Netflix show from Israel about an ultra-Orthodox family in Jerusalem.  I will probably give that a whirl at some point.  

Anyway, a bit of a blather for a Tuesday morning, but I recommend the show!

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Talking Tuesday: Dear Comrades!


 
Last night my husband and I finished watching a stunning Russian film called Dear Comrades! It is the previously classified story of the 1962 protests in the Don River region over rising food prices and the State's efforts to quash the protests and then cover up the violence that followed. 

The story is told primarily through the eyes of a true-believer Party member, and her journey is quite extraordinary.  I'm still trying to wrap my mind around all the layers of meaning in the film, particularly since the ending is a bit ambiguous and left me with a lot of questions about what happened in the following years.  Shot in black and white, the cinematography is note-perfect and deserves all the festival accolades it has received.  

A number of questions are asked by the film: what do you do when all you hold sacred is shown to be a Potemkin village?  What does it mean to remember the past and honor it without idolizing or demeaning it?  How do we live in the truth of the terrible things that happen to us without breaking?  What does it mean to own your mistakes?

It is a film well worth seeing.

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Talking Tuesday: The Stories We Tell

Image via Blackbird and Goose
 

I'm starting a reading group with the parents at my kids' school, the goal of which is to read good literature and discuss it.  The idea is to cultivate a mind garden that is seeded with good and nourishing plants, rather than being sucked dry by weeds and pests (i.e. doom scrolling).  Some of the selections will be books our kids read as part of the classical curriculum, and others will be works that endure because they speak to the universal human condition.  I'm using some abridgements when the original work is too long to expect working adults to make it through in a month's time.  

This month, we are reading an abridged (and simplified for kids) version of The Count of Monte Cristo, a daring adventure story of power struggles, treachery, double-dealing, treasure hunts, and a quest for revenge.  I've been thinking about the various themes in the story, and how to approach the discussion, and it occurred to me that the stories we tell ourselves really can shape our perception of who we are.  

Movies and television dramas have been telling darker and darker stories for the past 20 years or more, stories of hunger for power, stories that idolize consumption and materialism, stories that feature supposedly "good" characters who engage in double dealing, lying, and general untrustworthiness.  There is now a kind of trope in visual story telling that no character is ever safe from being killed off (often in a gruesome or emotionally wrought way).  It is hard to get attached to characters or even relate to their experiences when you know they might be killed off in the next episode, and bespeaks the truth of a whole generation that has been raised in an atmosphere of anxiety and insecurity. 

There is also now a trope amongst fiction writers that you must take your character to the extremes of what you can do to them.  Whatever has happened so far, be sure to raise the stakes even higher to place your main character (or characters in an ensemble) into the most perilous and fraught circumstance you can think of, and maybe they get out of it, and maybe they don't.  Every scene must crackle with conflict.  Take away everything the main characters hold dear in the quest to solve whatever problem you've laid out for them in the plot.  In other words, always take your character to the brink of their existence, and then see what happens, otherwise, what are you doing writing fiction?  (I don't agree with this, by the way.  I think there are many interesting and deep stories that feature characters who go on a journey that doesn't involve being completely broken by the process).

These tropes don't exactly point to a society that is experiencing high levels of trust and security or one that is dedicated to the attainment of virtue.  There are many smarter people than me who have written at length about why this change has occurred (Robert Putnam's Bowling Alone and Sherry Turkle's Alone Together are both excellent places to start), but that doesn't really matter right now, because this is where we find ourselves.

David French wrote over the weekend about how virtue is only found when tested.  We may say we are brave, or compassionate, or honest, but until those things are tested in some way, we really don't know whether we have them.  And, as French points out, passing a test of virtue doesn't mean you keep them forever and always.  Like muscle definition, virtue is something that must be actively cultivated throughout our lives, not just once.  The continual cultivation means that we are more likely to survive a test of virtue, but we are still fallen humans, and make many mistakes.  That said, we can dust ourselves off when we fail a test, confess and repent, and try to do it better the next time we are tested.  One might argue that the pursuit of virtue also the pursuit of holiness.  

The best place to start is with stories that speak to the truth of the human condition, and to develop the grit to keep going even when it is hard, or seems impossible.  The practice of grit is found in the small everyday things we do, such as how we handle our physical comfort (or lack thereof), how we speak to our families while under time pressure, how we respond to unexpected changes in our routines.  I'm sorry to say that I've failed many of test of virtue over the years, and wish to do better.  To be better.  

Time to get on my knees and pull some weeds.

*If anyone here is interested in reading along and seeing the discussion guide, please leave a comment and let me know. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Talking Tuesday: Sanctuary

 I finished Shoshana Zuboff's book The Age of Survelliance Capitalism a week ago, and while I stand by my initial thoughts about it, there were some interesting things she brought up in the final few chapters that I wish she had parsed further.  This is my main criticism of books like this: too much diagnosis, not enough prescription.  As I wrote previously, David Brooks' recent Atlantic article is a elegantly written piece that better articulates much of what Zuboff is arguing, using social science as the dive point.

That said, here are some additional thoughts I have about both Zuboff and Brooks.  Technology (used here to refer the Internet) is embedded in our lives, and short of some wide-scale catastrophe, screens will be part of our lives and our children's lives, and with it, the social media services that form the scaffolding for Internet use.  Social media encourages a kind of Narcissus-like fixation on the self that prevents users from both being able to self-differentiate from tribe, but also to see the other side of an issue.  By allowing ourselves to be lured into spending much of our lives online, we lose the ability to formulate things for ourselves as our attention spans and capacity for deep thought erode, our vocabulary narrows and with it the range of possible thought, and the small predetermined menu of options given us by the tech industry begins to feel like an inevitability, and indeed, the small parameters of our lives (Zuboff, 467). 

Ceding so much power to a handful of tech companies in the form of limitless data collection (the so-called shadow text of any online interaction) means we all live in glass houses with no exit.  Aside from being a guaranteed path to madness, it throws aside centuries of hard-won dignity, individual responsibilities and obligations, and the ability to make a life of one's own (Zuboff 185, 469).  Zuboff proposes that humans have the right to sanctuary, a place where private life can occur and flourish, where the spirit can fly and be at rest (Zuboff, 5, 477).  Such opacity is a basic human dignity, and should be protected against incursions by an increasingly aggressive capitalist mien. 

Matthew B. Crawford makes a similar argument when he writes about the attentional commons in The World Beyond Your Head: that the right to occupy public space free from noise and advertising is increasingly available only to those who can afford it.  Taking that point a step further in Why We Drive, he notes that the attentional commons has even colonized your car, so that now even your driving experience, formerly one of individual agency and freedom from the relentless demands of commercial life, is peppered with data mining and advertising opportunities, further degrading our attention and increasing distractability (Crawford, Why We Drive, 307-308).  "Do we want to make the basic animal freedom of moving your body through space contingent on the competence of large organizations?' (Crawford, Why We Drive, 298, emphasis in original).  Moreover, as Zuboff notes, "In this new product regime the simple product functions that we seek are now hopelessly enmeshed in a tangled mixture of software, services, and networks.  The very idea of a functional, effective, affordable product or service as a sufficient basis for economic exchange is dying" (237).  It's no longer enough to make a useful thing.  The thing must be "smart" and provide goods back to its maker in the form of data.  Consumers do not want or need "smart" things, but Big Tech's survival depends on convincing large swathes of the population that such things are better than their "dumb" alternatives.  Because: advertising and legibility produce huge profits for a handful of powerful people.

The public sphere is now given over to making humanity as legible as possible to both the tech companies and the governments that have climbed in bed with them, gobbling up data about our habits, preferences, private thoughts and letters, political leanings, religious faith, purchases, health history, and much more.  When was the last time you were in a public place that did not have a screen in it, or loud music playing?  Even if the music is inoffensive, it is still an intrusion into the private space of your mind, and the ability to think deeply without distraction or commercialization.  

There is a small restaurant in my neighborhood that is in a converted row house.  The dining area is in what was the living room portion of the house, and was formerly cozy and intimate, with small tables, a roaring fire, and dark wood.  The food was a bit pricey, but very good and fresh.  It felt like a quintessential English pub.  A few years ago, the owners decided to install three 60" television screens in the 200 square foot dining room, making it difficult to maintain eye contact with a dining companion and conversation of any sort impossible.  (I don't care how intentional you are about resisting screen distraction, when three 60" televisions are on and blaring in a 200 square foot room, you cannot ignore them).  The best one can do in this new and "improved" space is to hope that whatever is on the screen something inoffensive like a ball game and your food comes quickly so you can get the meal over with.  It does not inspire me to eat there.  Even outdoor spaces have been colonized for advertising and data collection, as cities install sidewalk chargers for mobile devices that also hoover up any data in the vicinity.

Zuboff points out many other troubling aspects of social media and Big Data, including the ability of Facebook or Google to quietly engineer elections or subvert democratic process, without people ever being aware of such machinations (298-303).  It turns out that democracy is an existential threat to the economic model of Big Tech.  The big firms of Silicon Valley are not regulated by or overseen by the government but have enormous power over how things actually work out legally and otherwise in society, all done beneath a shroud of secrecy.  Ironic really.  Silicon Valley puts everyone in a glass cage, but expects to be able to live in peace and quiet in an iron fortress with no more than a "trust me" assurance that no stones will be lobbed our way.  "The commodification of behavior under the conditions of surveillance capitalism pivots us toward a societal future in which an exclusive division of learning is protected by secrecy, indecipherability, and expertise....These markets do not depend upon you except first as a source of raw material from which surplus is derived, and then as a target for guaranteed outcomes" (Zuboff, 327). 

Living in a glass house is psychologically paralyzing.  Everyone has the right to have secrets and anonymity, or at least they should.  We need places of refuge, places of quiet sanctuary to keep ourselves together and grow strong and resilient.  "Those who would eviscerate sanctuary are keen to take the offensive, putting us off guard with the guilt-inducing question "What have you got to hide?"  But as we have seen, the crucial developmental challenges of the self-other balance cannot be negotiated adequately without the sanctity of 'disconnected' time and space for the ripening of inward awareness and the possibility of reflexivity: reflection on and by oneself.  The real psychological truth is this: If you've got nothing to hide, you are nothing" (Zuboff, 479, emphasis in the original).  

We need opacity for the sake of our souls, and true human flourishing is found in the protection of private spaces for the individual and family.  The health of our minds and bodies rests in qualities of "contemplation, autonomy, rejuvenation, confiding, freedom, creativity, recovery, catharsis, and concealment.  These are experiences without which we can neither flourish nor usefully contribute to our families, communities, and society" (Zuboff, 479).  Life involves a great deal of uncertainty and insecurity, and we stand to lose a good deal if we blindly hand over our privacy in pursuit of safety and security.  There is mystery in the unknown, deep intimate knowledge that can only be gained in an unrestrained milieu.

Unfortunately, as a societal measure, individual privacy entails a great deal of social trust, which is in great decay in the present time.  David Brooks notes the many ways we do not trust each other or our institutions, and how much that has changed in the last 50 years or so.  It is also true that the decay of trust is somewhat cyclical in societies, and share common features.  Brooks writes: "People feel disgusted by the state of society.  Trust in institutions plummets. Moral indignation is widespread.  Contempt for established power is intense.  A highly moralistic generation appears on the scene.  It uses new modes of communication to seize control of the national conversation.  Groups formerly outside of power rise up and take over the system.  These are moments of agitation, excitement, frenzy and accusation, mobilization and passion" (Brooks, The Atlantic, October 5, 2020, hereafter Brooks, Oct 2020).  While Brooks does not explicitly say so, I would also argue that these moments follow what Yuri Slezkine details as apocalyptic millenarianism, in which a disenfranchised minority group seizes control of power and culture to try to achieve a utopia, usually through violent means.

The current drive to utopia is in reaction to the individualism and liberation of the Baby Boomer generation, whose drive to pursue their own happiness placed much of society in a precarious and insecure position.  Boomers had the benefit of an older generation that provided foundation security, but that foundation is now long gone.  Families are rarely intact these days, and the economy is a disaster of unfettered raw capitalism, undigested through the laws of democracy.  Many younger people have been excluded from financial and personal security, and now seek it in any form possible, even if that means social credit systems, government and Big Data surveillance, and the general loss of privacy as a norm and right.  

Writes Brooks,

"Their worldview is predicated on threat, not safety.  Thus the values of the Millennial and Gen Z generations that will dominate in the years ahead are the opposite of Boomer values: not liberation, but security; not freedom, but equality; not individualism, but the safety of the collective; not sink-or-swim meritocracy, but promotion on the basis of social justice" (Brooks, Oct 2020).

Attachment theory says that several dichotomies or dyads exist within all of us, that either bind or alienate us from our circumstances.  Either we feel safe or at risk, lost or at home, broken or whole.  Capitalism is heavily invested in making our attachments insecure--feeling unsafe, lost, and broken--so that we will be more likely to buy the products and services that promise to alleviate those feelings, or at the least, surrender our data so that we can be aggressively marketed to about our attachments.

Social trust is part of the larger picture of attachment, and the collective experience of the past 40 years or so has betrayed trust again and again, as institutional leaders are shown to be morally or financially corrupt (or both), institutions seek to shore up corrupt leaders rather than root it out, and the economic system fails to serve a large percentage of people.  The reason why institutional health is important is that institutions are supposed provide the basis for personal formation as well as a place to belong.  Instead they become performative and sterile, unable to do any of the hard work of transformation.  "The rot in our structures spreads to a rot in ourselves" (Brooks, Oct 2020).  And that's at the macro level.  

On a personal level, our close social interactions are fraught with instability and moral liquidity. "The evidence suggests that trust is an imprint left by experience, not a distorted perception" (Brooks, Oct 2020).  The instability of the economy means shallow roots in physical communities, as people pull up stakes to go where the jobs are, rather than staying close to family and friends who provide the thick bonds of social trust.  While we don't need to be intimately attached to society at large, we do need to be securely attached to one another to flourish, and when we attach securely to one another, that thriving ripples out into larger society.  This bonds are frayed and worn, notes Brooks. "In the age of disappointment, our sense of safety went away.  Some of this is physical insecurity: school shootings, terrorist attacks, police brutality, and overprotective parenting at home that leaves young people incapable of handling real-world stress [or conversely, absentee parents who leave children to fend for themselves]" (Brooks, Oct 2020).  

In short, we live in a time of chaotic instability and distrust, where finding a secure place to belong and flourish is increasingly rare.  When we cannot trust those around us, we try to make ourselves invulnerable, impermeable to the hurts and disappointments that could be shared in trustworthy relationships.  We look for external ways to measure trustworthiness, and Big Tech is all too happy to oblige, for the price of your private self in the form of data mining.  True intimacy declines in the face of such external measurements (Zuboff, 206-207), and is replaced by entertainment and abstraction.  We seek security in rigidity, ideology, and tribe (Brooks, Oct 2020).  It follows that we are in the midst of a grave existential crisis.  The job of culture is to respond to common problems, but when the problems change, the common response must shift as well, which is almost always fraught.

"The cultural shifts we are witnessing offer more safety to the individual at the cost of clannishness within society.  People are embedded more in communities and groups, but in an age of distrust, groups look at each other warily, angrily, viciously.  The shift toward a more communal viewpoint is potentially a wonderful thing, but it leads to cold civil war unless there is a renaissance of trust.  There's no avoiding the core problem.  Unless we can find a way to rebuild trust, the nation does not function" (Brooks, Oct 2020).

So how do we rebuild trust and provide refuge for ourselves and others?  Mostly in the small invisible ways that will not show up on a news feed, or help us economically or socially climb a ladder of success.  It is in cultivating virtues of reliability and dependability in ourselves.  Providing a soft place to land for those we love.  In challenging ourselves to make promises--being open and vulnerable in a radical way-- and hold fast to those promises, we extend a fragile branch of trust to others around us.  If they are able to return it to us, then trust builds.  Trust breeds truth, and vice versa.  So the path to trust is a long one, and will not happen overnight.  

Vulnerability in relationships is hard, because we don't want to be hurt, particularly if we have been hurt badly in the past.  But I think we humans hunger for vulnerability.  I see it in the stories we tell ourselves--the books that are lodestones of culture.  We want to be in intimate relationships, but not all of us know how to achieve that sort of radical vulnerability.  It means handing the inner most parts of yourself over to someone else and trusting that they will hold them and not use them as a weapon against you.  It means having faith that the people you love and trust can hold not just the air-brushed public self, but the flawed inner self--your worst self on your worst day.  We can't begin to trust people with our worst selves if we are forced to live in glass houses with no exit.  

We need places of sanctuary--places free from prying eyes and listening ears and glowing screens.  It is not enough to pursue invisibility within the glass house.  We need fortresses of refuge, behind thick solid walls, curtained windows, and manned defenses.  Keep secrets--yours and others.  Get to know the landscape of your place in the world through real, lived experience.  The future is likely to be digital in many ways.  That does not mean we have to sacrifice our humanity on the altar of inevitability or cede our private lives to the glass-housed public square.  

Build a fortress, and guard it with your life, even if only in your mind.

Sources:

Brooks, David. "Collapsing Levels of Trust are Devastating America," The Atlantic, October 5, 2020.

Crawford, Matthew B. Why We Drive: Toward a Philosophy of the Open Road. New York: HarperCollins, 2020.

Zuboff, Shoshana. The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power.  New York: Public Affairs, 2019.

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Talking Tuesday: The Age of Survelliance Capitalism

 

I've been slogging through Shoshana Zuboff's The Age of Survelliance Capitalism: The Fight for A Human Future at the New Frontier of Power.  Her book is important, but it would greatly have benefited from a strong editorial hand, as she is very wordy in a way that is frustrating to read.  That said, there have been some real gems in the book so far.  Her main insight is that the big tech companies that run our world (Google, Apple, Facebook, and Twitter) are all in the business of shaping human beings into something off whom they can make money.  In other words, consumers who are merely the sum total of their desires. In order to do so, these companies have decided it is better to ask forgiveness than permission to smash through existing landscapes, and often not even to ask forgiveness.

The mantra of "move fast and break things," plus the increased fear after 9/11 has meant that not only do these companies regularly get away with it, the government is colluding with them to do so.  When the government pushes back against the lawlessness, they find themselves greatly outmatched by the money and resources available to these behemoths.  I found that part particularly disheartening.  She writes that capitalism is never meant to be eaten raw, and that it should be cooked through the democratic processes of government and society, but the current system is bypassing all those things to present us with a rather raw state of affairs.  Mostly without our consent.  

Writes Zuboff: "Survelliance capitalism's ability to keep democracy at bay produced these stark facts.  Two men at Google who do not enjoy the legitimacy of the vote, democratic oversight, or the demands of shareholder governance exercise control over the organization and presentation of the world's information.  One man at Facebook who does not enjoy the legitimacy of the vote, democratic oversight, or the demands of shareholder governance exercises control over an increasingly universal means of social connection along with the information concealed in its networks" (127).

Furthermore, these men ask us to "trust them" when called to account for their actions.  It's a sorry state of affairs, to be sure.  Zuboff's book is important, as I said, but it could be much leaner, and it seems like so much of what she writes about is stuff commonly acknowledged at this point: namely that Big Tech wants to shape everything about us for monetary gain, including our private lives, leaving nothing beyond Big Data's reach.  We must, in the way of Seeing Like a State, be made as legible as possible as human beings, and our behavior must be channeled and corralled into acceptable (read: profitable) avenues.  Unpredictable human behavior means lost revenue opportunities.  Therefore, the more a company can guide the user into predictable behavior channels, the more reliable the profit. 

What the internet initially offered was the promise of individualized experience and greater access to information, within an interconnected human framework.  The Internet was held out as scaffolding to thicken the ties that bind us, but in truth, it has served as an acid bath, dissolving much of what holds us together.

In a more elegant rendering of this same thought David Brooks writes in The Atlantic

 "We think of the 1960s as the classic Boomer decade, but the false summer of the 1990s was the high-water mark of that ethos. The first great theme of that era was convergence. Walls were coming down. Everybody was coming together. The second theme was the triumph of classical liberalism. Liberalism was not just a philosophy—it was a spirit and a zeitgeist, a faith that individual freedom would blossom in a loosely networked democratic capitalist world. Enterprise and creativity would be unleashed. America was the great embodiment and champion of this liberation. The third theme was individualism. Society flourished when individuals were liberated from the shackles of society and the state, when they had the freedom to be true to themselves.

...

When you look back on it from the vantage of 2020, moral freedom, like the other dominant values of the time, contained within it a core assumption: If everybody does their own thing, then everything will work out for everybody. If everybody pursues their own economic self-interest, then the economy will thrive for all. If everybody chooses their own family style, then children will prosper. If each individual chooses his or her own moral code, then people will still feel solidarity with one another and be decent to one another. This was an ideology of maximum freedom and minimum sacrifice.

It all looks naive now. We were naive about what the globalized economy would do to the working class, naive to think the internet would bring us together, naive to think the global mixing of people would breed harmony, naive to think the privileged wouldn’t pull up the ladders of opportunity behind them. We didn’t predict that oligarchs would steal entire nations, or that demagogues from Turkey to the U.S. would ignite ethnic hatreds. We didn’t see that a hyper-competitive global meritocracy would effectively turn all of childhood into elite travel sports where a few privileged performers get to play and everyone else gets left behind" (Brooks, The Atlantic).

Essentially, the business model pursued by Big Tech has so completely changed our human landscape, it is almost impossible to bridge the gap between the analog and digital generations.  The analog generation has learned to work in the digital age, but still fundamentally thinks of the world in analog.  Digital natives have a hard time understanding the world before the Internet; online existence is presented with a predetermined menu of options, based on previous behavior, movement, and interests, all controlled by shadowy figures, cloaked in secrecy, who are accountable to no one; certainly not the paean users of their products.  They are not interested in gaining or retaining our trust, rather we are the product to be shaped for profit only, discarded when no longer useful.

I'm not sure what the solution is, given the reality of the world today; it is not possible for most of us to go off-grid and make shift for ourselves.  I'm not even sure it is desirable, after seeing the effects of the isolation of the pandemic, for off-grid life is necessarily isolated.  

We are meant to be in human community, bonded together by common goals and mutual affection and trust.  I suppose one solution is to live as much life off-line as is feasible, and to find some bright red lines to guide usage, while understanding that no matter what steps we take to protect our privacy, any online activity is going to be tracked in some way.  We must do what we can to curtain the prying eyes and deafen the listening ears.  

References:

Zuboff, Shoshana.  The Age of Survelliance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future At the New Frontier of Power.  New York: PublicAffairs/Hachette, 2020.

Brooks, David. "Collapsing Levels of Trust Are Devastating America," The Atlantic, October 5, 2020.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Talking Tuesday: The House of Government

I finished Slezkine's House of Government over the weekend, hereafter called HoG.  Some of this post is taken from my original thoughts about it in July, but I've tried to add more context here.  I tape-flagged many passages, particularly in book one (his nearly thousand page tome is divided into several books, each with several chapters, organized by theme and chronology).  

As I wrote previously, Slezkine is at pains to tell the story of Bolshevism as a story of a sectarian religion that overcame the secular authority to establish its own theocracy.  By Slezkine's reckoning, the Bolsheviks were the first revolutionary force to succeed in taking over the State to do so.

Slezkine's epigraph

 Slezkine spends the entirety of chapter three on a long discussion of apocalyptic millenarianism both in the West and elsewhere, from the time of the earliest Christians right up to the present, across different religions and contexts, before tying it all off in a neat bow that places the Bolshevik/Marxist movement of the 19th century into that larger cultural impulse that emerges every so often in the face of major economic or societal change.  

 The urge is to find something better in the face of something terrible or unknown.  Since the Reformation, that urge has manifested itself in a search for a positive form of utopia, which until that point, had a nihilistic connotation.  After the Reformers (rightly called revolutionaries by Slezkine), the concept of utopia acquired the hopeful patina of achieving heaven on earth.  It is not a coincidence that the experience and understanding of time ceases to be a vertical spiral and turns into the hard horizontal line of progress as we understand it today. 

This dovetailed nicely with my re-reading of Laurus in May for a book group, and the subsequent articles by Vodolazkhin the group also read.  The (newly positive) idea of achieving utopia is part of the apocalyptic impulse, and the people who get caught up in these millenarian movements stand ready to use violence and coercion to achieve it.  The violence is a feature, not a bug, and every religious reformer and secular revolutionary have used it to try to achieve a purified state on earth.  

This point was driven home to me after I read an article by Gary Saul Morson on Leninthink, which examines the language Lenin utilized in service of the Bolshevik revolution, and the violence and terror that he openly pursued and engaged as part of the new order.  The thing that struck me about it, was that not only was violence and terror a feature, not a regrettable bug, but Lenin saw its continuance as necessary to the continuance of the Bolshevik state, not just as a means of establishment.  To wit, State-sponsored terror was actually written into the 1936 Soviet constitution because of Lenin's thought on the matter.  It helped me to understand Stalin as the fullness of Lenin's thought rather than someone who took it off the rails.   
 
Building socialism and marching into a rational future.

 Slezkine goes on to detail how the Bolsheviks transitioned from a small exiled sect of true believers in Marxist orthodoxy, to their evangelization campaign (otherwise known as the suppression of the kulaks and forced collectivization), settling into power and feeling the disillusionment that utopia (Slezkine calls this "the real day") had not yet appeared.  It is a reckoning that happens with all apocalyptic millenarian movements: the failure of the end days to arrive.  Each movement deals with this failure differently; for some it is the end of the movement, and mass suicide follows.  Many cults of the 19th and 20th centuries went this way.  Some decide that the end of days should be understood allegorically, and adjust their teaching accordingly, particularly as they become institutionalized (but separate from the ruling apparatus, notably).  Christianity goes this way after Augustine.
 
The original Bolsheviks, the "Old Bolsheviks," as they came to be called, found themselves plagued with ennui and psychological illness after the conclusion of the Civil War.  Revolution had not gone beyond Russia's borders, as confidently predicted, and indeed, was not succeeding in Russia in the way Marx and Lenin had written.  Famine was everywhere due to brutal collectivization in the grain-growing regions of Ukraine and Kazakhstan, plus grain requisitions by the State to fund the massive industrialization effort, and attempts to rationalize architecture of the medieval cities in legible ways (described well by James C. Scott in Seeing Like a State) were stalled or incomplete.  It was The Great Disappointment.


The House of Government.  It is difficult to convey the scale of the place, but it is massive.

 The House of Government itself was part of this re-imaginging of the urban space, and took a staggeringly long time to build.  It was a huge complex on the river across from the Kremlin, with multiple entryways and doors, plazas, and amenities.  It housed thousands of people, plus a laundry, cinemaplex, theatre, gym, hair salon, post office, day care, primary school, medical clinic, social club, grocery store, laundry, cafeteria (to release the women from the drudgery of cooking family meals) and a radio station.  There were 505 apartments housing more than 2600 people.  The House was to provide a launchpad into the future of socialism, where life would be a seamless movement of work and home, a gathering of comrads transcending the homely bounds of filial piety.


The imagined Palace of Soviets.  The scale is also difficult to render here, especially if you haven't been in Moscow and cannot conceive of the size of this.  The Cathedral of Christ the Savior is a massive, massive structure.  People are ants in comparison.  The Palace was meant to dwarf the Cathedral by some good bit.  This sketch won the design competition.  Slezkine has the other finalists' drawings in the book, but this one was designed by the architect of the House of Government and fit the vision best.
 
 
Rebuilt Cathedral of Christ the Savior (on the original plan and to original scale).  The people in the foreground give some sense of size, and there are two complete worship spaces inside the building, the grand upper and the slightly more modest lower church.

The House was to be part of the larger Palace of Soviets plaza, planned on the site of the Christ the Savior Cathedral, situated on the opposite side of the river behind the Kremlin.  The Palace would be a place of pilgrimage, a new symbol of the Soviet Union, a holy site suitable for thousands of worshipers to commune with Lenin's greatness, and contemplate their place in the universe.  Or more to the point: how they were participating in the building of socialism.  Shortly after the completion of the House, the cathedral was blown up to make way for the Palace, but a supreme act of irony, the ground proved too marshy to support the gargantuan structure, and so the foundation pit yawned open for more than two decades before being converted into a public swimming pool.  (The Cathedral was rebuilt on the site in the 1990s).   
 
The Palace of Soviets complex, as imagined with a rationally redesigned street plan.  Moscow is a medieval city with few straight streets (it looks rather like a wagon wheel that radiates out from the river and Kremlin).  The Bolshevik architects aimed to tame it, rationalize it.  They did not succeed.

 The Bolsheviks were in a great hurry, with the weight of history upon them, feeling the urgency of the Revolution, for many of them had not really imagined it in their lifetimes.  The Real Day was exceedingly slow in coming.  The world-wide revolution had not only failed to arrive, the Old Bolsheviks had somehow failed to carry out their own vision.  The New Economic Plan put forth by Lenin after the Civil War was a semi-capitalist concession to the famine and economic catastrophe of forced collectivization, but it was to become the foundation for all the Five-Year Plans that followed.  The Bolsheviks understood that their generation was flawed, having been raised under the monarchy--the original sin that could never be overcome--but they hoped they could build a socialist utopia for their pure Soviet children.  
 
Lenin's Mausoleum.  It is surprisingly a small and intimate space.  The man responsible for Lenin's preservation, Boris Zbarsky, survived the Purges of the 1930s, only to be arrested shortly before Stalin's death.  He died in 1954.  His son, Ilya, carried on his work until his retirement in the late 1980s.
 
Lenin's death in 1924 hit the core of them very hard, as there was no clear way forward.  Lenin himself was somewhat adrift after Sverdlov's premature death of Spanish flu sometime in 1919; Sverdlov had been the architect of the Soviet State, and oversaw most of the administrative details in the first years, serving as Lenin's right-hand man, confidante, and enforcer.  (It was he who ordered the execution of the royal family).  Sverdlov had been a leader of the inner circle of Bolsheviks from the earliest days of exile.
 
Stalin, by contrast, had lingered at the outer edges of the Bolshevik core from the beginning, being hard to get along with and less well-read than the others, but managed to elbow aside Trotsky and claw his way to the top upon Lenin's death.  The Old Bolsheviks were disillusioned enough by the failure of the Real Day to arrive that the (often contradictory) changes to the socialist dream that Stalin put forth (including the Five Year Plans) were barely challenged.  Those tasked with writing the first socialist works of literature were on constantly shifting ground, as Stalin consolidated his power and his vision became the only vision possible.

By the 1931, however, things seemed more settled.  Huge industrial projects like the Dnepr Hydroelectric Dam were nearly complete, and factories were being built in the thousands.  The House of Government was complete and inhabited by the most senior members of the government (except those who lived in the Kremlin, like Stalin and Bukharin, although Stalin's family had apartments in the House).  Situated across the river from the Kremlin, the House residents had easy access via the Stone Bridge.  
 
The planners of the House acknowledged that its design was not in keeping with the ideals of socialism, which sought to overcome individualism and family ties with State partisanship and comradely ties, but they also realized that some intermediate measures must be taken on the way to that ideal.  The concession of private apartments instead of universal communal barracks was to provide the first cracks in their theocratic foundation, as people formed families and brought their possessions into the House and generally took on the habits of the bourgeois they were meant to replace.
 
In the early 1930s, it seemed that most of the Soviet Union had made its conversion, rid itself of its internal enemies, and what was needful was evangelists of the Revolution to take the mission beyond its borders as well as the active building of a rational socialist society within the USSR.
 
The assassination of Kirov in December 1934 changed everything.  The sudden and violent loss of Kirov proved that socialism wasn't as stable as everyone believed, that there were still enemies hiding in plain sight.  
 
Slezkine points out that throughout history, when societies experience wide scale or rapid change or unrest, there comes the need for a scapegoat.  Someone must be to blame for the ills of society, and the pressures build up until a suitable target (or targets) can be found.  (Rene Girard has written at length about scapegoating as a sociological phenomenon).  The act of scapegoating, until recently done by interrogation and execution, usually apart from the formal legal apparatus, is a way of releasing tension and bringing things back to center.  Scapegoating is the driving force behind the witch trials of the late Elizabethan era and beyond, lynch mobs of the 19th century, and so forth.  In the USSR, following Kirov's death, a great questioning arose amongst those in power: how had this happened?  Were there really saboteurs everywhere?  There must be more enemies hidden from view, who must be exposed and thrown out or the Revolution will fail.

Thus began the Great Terror.  Stalin started with the inner circle first.  Anyone with even a loose association with Trotsky or the Socialist Revolutionaries was arrested, interrogated at length, and then imprisoned indefinitely or exiled to a gulag in the Far East, usually without a formal trial.  The circle expanded far beyond that, and quickly, to the mass arrests of 1937 and 1938, with mass executions.  
 
It is unclear to me why the scapegoating in this instance was so large in scale, but the method follows a well-worn track.  As with all instances of scapegoating in ages past, for no discernible reason, it died down after 1938.  There were still arrests, interrogations, exile and executions, but the mass scale of them was over. 
 
After Stalin's death, there were whispers about what had happened, but no one dared talk of it openly until Khrushchev's "Secret Speech" to the Politburo in 1957, in which he acknowledged the mass executions and exile and so-called excesses of the 1930s, but it was still up to the victims to pursue formal rehabilitation, a process that required an Old Bolshevik to vouch for you or your relative in writing.  By 1957, there were almost none left alive to do so.  Those who survived exile returned broken and old beyond their years.  Many were left in limbo, dependent on relatives with no access to pensions or any other State support, and their children cut off from education and opportunities to advance (for the sins of the father shall be visited upon his children and his children's children).  Only the rehabilitated (even after death, rehabilitation was possible) could consider entering the Soviet Kingdom of Heaven. 
 
The true believers were mostly ascetic hard workers--the Revolutionary monastics, the original disciples, tasked with the conversion of the country.  They kept long hours, leaving the care of their children to peasant-nannies and babushkas.  Even though they formed families (and reformed them frequently, changing partners and apartments with ease), they sought to form their children in the tenets of their faith, so their children could inherit the earth.  (Tellingly, the women of the Revolution had to choose between having a family or participating in the Revolution; they mostly chose Revolution). The Old Bolsheviks were the intelligentsia who had no place or role in Tsarist society and great readers of classical literature.  They undertook to educate their children similarly give their children a place in the new Soviet order. 
 
It was this reading education that ensured their children would never become true believers, their moral imaginations formed not by socialist texts, but rather by the literature that had excited their parents: Cervantes, Dostoevsky, Pushkin, Tolstoy, Swift, Dickens, Goethe, Heine, and many others.  The children of the true believers would go on to control the levers of power after Stalin as members of the nomenklatura, but they were never truly invested in building socialism in the way that their parents were.  Raised by grandaparents or in orphanages after their parents were swept away by the Terror,  the children carried out the motions of faith with little or no belief.  By the 1980s, the USSR's spiritual core was completely hollow.  The Old Bolsheviks' zealous faith passed away after a single generation.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Talking Tuesday: The Iron Woman


 The Iron Woman

 

She has

a durable coat

forged of iron,

made in the fires of life.

 

This iron

worn thin,

reveals

obsidian glass

grown brittle.

 

Beneath the smooth

black surface

a soft thing

swells with

sadness and joy

the Feelings of Everything.

 

~Juliana Bibas

Summer 2020